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MAD SCIENCE BADLY
By Ingrid Halb
Dr. Richard Wilder was on his back on a mechanics creeper underneath a
confusing assemblage of pipes, wires, and circuit boards. He was trying
to tighten up a leak on the liquid nitrogen feed line to the
superconductor drive for the electromagnet. Unfortunately, he was using
a pipe wrench on the hex nut because he could not find the 9 mm flarenut
wrench he should have been using. Stupid metric wrenches, why were they
always one millimeter off?
"Richard!" his wife called from the other room, leading him to let the
wrench slip and making him gouge his knuckles painfully on the housing.
"Ow! Mother f..." he said, before sticking his knuckles in his mouth.
"Richard!" his wife called again, causing him to bang his head on the
housing.
"What!" he called out, rubbing his head in pain.
"Have you fixed that leak on the nitrogen feed line yet?" she asked.
"I'm doing it now!" he yelled.
"Well, don't forget to check the polarity on the inception diodes."
"Don't forget to check the polarity on the inception diodes," he said in
a high-pitched funny voice.
"What was that?" she said.
"Nothing," he called, in his normal voice.
"Well, don't forget,"
"Well don't forget," he repeated in that same funny voice. He then gave
the feed line a whack with the wrench causing a hissing release of the
liquid nitrogen.
"Aieee!" he cried as the freezing burn played across his chest and arms.
An hour later and after a great deal of duct tape and plumber's putty,
Dr. Wilder had reduced the leak to approximately the same level it had
been when he started.
Richard Wilder hated what had become of his life. At 62 years of age,
the promise of youth had long since faded under the weight of a string
of spectacular scientific failures. Any promise of a comfortable
retirement rested solely on the patents he shared with his wife. She
had generously included him on every patent, even though his
contributions were minor to non-existent on most of them.
Even his greatest invention, 'The Rejuvenator!' would have remained
unfinished had it had not been for the input of his wife, Miriam.
Miriam, or Dr. Miriam Jackson-Wilder, was the bane of his existence. At
times, anyway. Especially when she corrected the flaws in his projects.
Oh, how he hated that, even if it did pay the bills and allow him to buy
the equipment necessary to keep his projects going, like 'The
Rejuvenator!'.
Dr. Wilder stared lovingly at his apparatus as he stroked the shiny
metal surfaces and gently ran his fingers over the bright red, green,
and purple buttons.
"Richard!" his wife called.
Wilder cringed.
"Yes, dear?" he said.
"I've finished recalibrating the age dilation settings. Did you
remember to call the lawyer about the trust fund?"
"Of course I called the lawyer, I'm not an idiot," he said.
"Great, you still have to register for new social security numbers and
set up a believable school history."
"On it, dear," he called out, before rushing off to call the lawyer
about the trust fund.
The next day, Richard and Miriam were putting the final touches to their
great experiment.
"Just think, Richard," Miriam said, wonder in her voice. "In just a
little few moments we'll be children again! Only this time we'll have
all the memories of a lifetime to build on."
"Yeah, memories," Richard said as he torque-wrenched a few more bolts
into place.
"You did remember to check the polarity on the inception diodes, didn't
you?" Miriam asked.
"Of course I checked!"
"Good, have you seen the genetic templates? We still need to load
those."
"All taken care of," Wilder said, grinning maliciously as he worked
hidden behind an uplifted circuit board.
"Imagine what we can accomplish," Miriam said, awe and wonder in her
voice, "with the energy of youth and the wisdom of age!"
"Accomplish, right."
"And the best part is that we can correct our own genome! I won't have
to grow up with glasses and you won't need to put up with peanut
allergies."
"I'm not allergic," Wilder said, petulantly. "I just don't like them."
"Yes dear," she said. "That's why they make you break out in hives."
"I... You... mmmhmm," he managed to sputter before turning his attention
back to 'The Rejuvenator!'. He continued to mutter as he worked on the
circuit board.
"Well, we won't have to worry about any of that after this." Miriam was
double checking code at the computer while she talked. "Have you
registered our new names yet?"
"Yes, I registered the new names." Wilder's voice held a distinct
sarcastic tone.
"So what name did you finally decide on?"
"Steele Strongshaft!" Wilder said, moving his left hand as if he were
reading the name off a marquee as he spoke.
"That's stupid," Miriam said.
"You're stupid!"
"No, the name Steele Strongshaft is stupid. Why can't you pick
something simple like Bill or George?"
"No, you're stupid!"
"Fine, call yourself whatever you want," she said. "Just don't expect
me to take that name when we grow up and get married again."
"No, you're stup... I mean, you can't make me take it either!"
Miriam looked over her glasses at her husband. Richard just crossed his
arms defiantly.
"I want to be called Steele Strongshaft," he said.
"Fine," Miriam said, rolling her eyes. "Just make sure the names on the
trust fund match what's on the birth certificates and school records."
Wilder grew pale with a shocked look on his face.
"Oh, Richard," Miriam said. "You did remember the birth certificates
and school records, didn't you?"
"Of course I did, I mean... I'm doing it now."
Miriam shook her head as she watched her husband race out of the room.
The next day, all was ready. Wilder was polishing the Plexiglas subject
tubes of 'The Rejuvenator!', trying to not listen to his wife prattle on
about making the world a better place.
"Just think, Richard," Miriam said. "By rejuvenating every fifty to
sixty years we will have the time to solve some of the thorniest
problems ever to face humanity."
"Mmm... thorny... yeah..." he said absently listening to maybe every
fifth word.
"Of course, there will be an adjustment period as we grow up again, but
being ten years old again is a small price to pay for the advancement of
science."
"Science, yeah," Wilder said.
"Sweetie, have you loaded the new identity matrices?" she asked.
Wilder looked up with an ear-to-ear grin on his face.
"Oh, don't worry about that," he said. "That's completely taken care
of, 100% good to go!"
"Are you sure? Because, that's kind of important."
"Of course I'm sure," Wilder said, full of fake indignation. "What's
the matter, don't you trust me?"
"It's not that I don't trust you, Richard. It's just..."
"Now, now, everything's fine. See, your identity matrix is just as you
wrote it; Heather Munroe. She's you, except for no glasses."
"Well, alright then," Miriam said with a hint of concern still in her
voice.
"Yes, everything 's alright," Wilder agreed as he rushed Miriam along by
the sleeve of her lab coat towards the left most subject tube.
"Hold on, Richard," Miriam said pulling her arm back. "We still need to
initiate the rejuvenation protocols."
"Ooh, right," Wilder said, tapping himself once on the forehead.
"Richard, take the power panel while I take master control."
"But I wanted to take master control."
"Fine, just don't let the surge capacitors drop below 70% charge or the
induction coils will lose calibration and we'll have to reset the plasma
valves. Oh, and make sure the graphic dimensional analysis is synched
with the EM pulse generator before you initiate the baseline cellular
alleles. Otherwise, we can't track the probability reflectance and
we'll be unable to correct for static drift."
"Right," Wilder said, nodding. "Hey, how about I take the power panel
and you take master control?"
"Alright, bring primary supply to full power and initiate pre-ignition
on the coils," Miriam said with a sigh as she positioned herself in
front of the master control panel.
"Right," Wilder said again, studying the panel in front of him for
clues.
"Throw that first switch."
"I knew that," he said. "Stop looking at me like that. You know I'm
not an engineer. I'm more of a big theory scientist."
"Yes dear, I know. Throw the first switch."
"Throwing the first switch," he said, muttering under his breath. If
things went the way he had it planned, it would be him giving the orders
and Miriam throwing the switches. Not literally of course, since he had
to throw the switches to get 'The Rejuvenator!' in operation. But
afterwards... hoo boy! Then we'll see what's what!
"Throw the second switch!" Miriam called out, her face illuminated by
the sparks of arching electricity.
"Throwing the second switch," he said, almost giggling as he thought
about what was in store for Miriam. Poor, little prissy prim Miriam.
Too conservative to mess with her own genome, except for a little
corrective eye conditioning. Luckily, he was not above such tinkering.
"Initiate electromagnet pulse synchronization matrix," Miriam called.
"What?"
"Throw the third switch."
"Right, throwing the third switch," Wilder called back. Miriam thought
she was so hot stuff. Let's see how hot she was when she was shorter
than he was. It had always bothered him that they were the same height,
especially when she could put on heels and look down at him. Add and
subtract six inches on each of them, and it was simple justice that he
be able to grow to 6'2" while she would peak out at no more than 5'2".
Of course, they would be well into puberty before she fully realized her
height disadvantage, and by then she would have noticed the tremendous
breast development he had planned into her genome.
"Adjusting ion levels," Miriam called. "Get ready to take position in
the subject tubes."
Wilder nodded his agreement. That's right, he thought, keep it moving.
Eventually you will be the one taking orders, probably in a waitress
outfit as you work your way through community college. He could not
help but smile thinking about all the patents he and his wife currently
held. All of them were now locked into the trust fund dedicated solely
to the male child, Steele Strongshaft. He was going to get a free ride,
while she was going to have to compete for scholarships.
"Ion levels at optimum!" Miriam shouted over the deafening hum of the
machinery. "Hit the big purple button on my mark then run for the
subject tube!"
Of course, he would take pity on her. Not monetarily, but he could hire
her once they were both eighteen and the trust fund came his way. He
was momentarily lost in the vision of a shorter version of his wife,
with big boobs, dressed in a maid's outfit while polishing his
glassware.
"Mark. Mark! Richard!! MARK!!!" Miriam yelled.
"What? Oh, right," he said, hitting the button then running for his
assigned subject tube.
He was almost chortling as their respective tubes slid down over him and
his wife. He gave his wife a thumbs up as the crackle of energies
played over their bodies.
It was working! He could feel his clothes getting looser as he got
smaller. The white lab coat he wore was just starting to feel like a
tent when his now oversized pants and boxer shorts fell to his ankles.
He looked at his wife to see something similar was happening to her.
Her lab coat hung open on her now small frame. Her conservative blue
dress with the knee length hemline now reached almost to her ankles.
Standing there in oversized shoes and bunched up stockings, she looked
exactly like a little girl playing dress up in her mother's clothes.
"It worked! It worked!" he shouted in his childish voice. "Mu Wa Ha Ha
Ha Ha Ha!"
"I suppose we should have disrobed before we initiated rejuvenation,"
Miriam said in a similarly childlike voice. She was tugging on a loose
bra strap as she spoke, then sighed as she slipped off the lab coat,
folding it neatly on her chair before easily stepping out of her shoes
and removing her loose stockings.
Wilder threw his lab coat to the floor, then stepping out of his own
shoes. He skipped around the room cackling maniacally. He was dressed
only in his socks, necktie, and button-down shirt, the hem of which
reached well past his knees. He did not care. He was young again. He
had energy and vigor. He was rich. He was Steele Strongshaft! And it
was all thanks to his beloved 'The Rejuvenator!'. He kept dancing and
laughing, as his necktie flopped around him.
"Where's a mirror?" he finally stopped long enough to ask. "I got to
see what I look like!"
Miriam continued to disrobe neatly. By now, she was dressed only in her
bra, which hung uselessly on her chest, and her half slip, which was
barely clinging to her narrow hips.
"Oh dear," Miriam said. "I think there may be a problem here."
Wilder was not listening. He had found the lone mirror in the lab and
was examining the results of the procedure. He was looking into the
face of a ten-year old! His well-grayed hair was now its original jet-
black color. He grinned in glee to see his receding hairline restored.
This time around, he would get to keep that! That was one of his genome
enhancements. There would be no male-pattern baldness for him. He
rather missed the beard, though. That would have to wait until he hit
puberty, along with any chance to make use of the greatly enhanced penis
he had programmed.
"You forgot to check the polarity on the inception diodes, didn't you?"
Miriam said, finally getting his attention.
Wilder turned to look at Miriam. Her words confused him. She was
implying that something was wrong, but there was no way she could notice
the future height differences or breast enhancement he had planned for
her. Could she? For some reason, she was pointing down. Everything
seemed correct in that she too looked like a ten-year old. Her face was
free of wrinkles and her shoulder length hair shone yellow like the sun
instead of the gray it had been. But why was she standing and pointing
like that?
Something was wrong! Wilder was getting a sinking feeling that he knew
what that was. He tentatively raised the hem of his shirt to reveal the
truth. It was gone! Replaced with something that he should not have
been looking at from this angle.
"Honestly Richard, this is what happens when you don't double check your
work."
Wilder's mind was reeling as he tried to put the pieces together. He
had girl parts! But 'The Rejuvenator!' should not have been able to
create two sets of girl parts. It had definitely been set up to create
one boy and one girl. This meant that his wife had to have boy parts.
"Do you have any idea how awkward this is going to be?" Miriam asked.
Wilder was still thinking through the implications. He should not have
girl parts. The Steele Strongshaft template could not have been
corrupted enough to change his gender without triggering at least a half
dozen programmed shutdowns. The only thing that could possibly have
passed through an entire cycle was a fully compliant self-congruent
template.
"It may be years before we clear this mess up," Miriam said.
Therefore, the only way he could have girl parts, was if he had gotten
the entire template meant for Miriam while she got his. But that could
only have happened if the polarity on the inception diodes had been
reversed. Maybe he should have checked those.
"I'm serious, you know?" Miriam said. "We're not going to have full
access to the trust funds for another eight years."
If they did get each other's templates, then he would have had to
receive Miriam's entire female genome, including all the modifications
he made. In other words, he did not just have girl parts, he was a girl
and the body he now occupied was going to grow up to be short woman with
big boobs. This meant that Miriam would grow up to be a tall, muscular
man with an enormous...
"Penis!" he shouted in panic and alarm.
"Richard, please. There's no need for vulgarity."
"Aaaaaah! We have to do it again! We have to do it again right now!"
he said, racing to power up the control panel again.
"Richard, No!" Miriam called out, grabbing him by the arm and spinning
him around. "We can't. We would regress to less than zygotes!"
"Face it," she said in a much calmer voice. "We have to come up with a
different method for reestablishing our identities. And that's not
going to be easy without the money in the trust fund. We're going to
have to spend some time as the opposite gender."
Wilders felt his knees weaken and his lip quiver. Tears threaten to
well out of his eyes.
"But I don't want to be a girl!" he wailed.
"Get a grip," Miriam said. "I don't want to be a boy, either. But we
don't have much choice in the matter. I suppose you'll just have to be
Heather Munroe for the foreseeable future. Oh God, I'm going to have to
be Steele Strongshaft thanks to you."
Wilder was thinking of the changes he had made to the trust fund.
Steele Strongshaft was going to inherit the bulk of their estate. He
had left only a small allowance for Miriam, enough to support her
through public school but not much more.
"Hey, I have an idea," he said. "What's to stop Steele Strongshaft from
being a girl?"
"Birth certificates for one," Miriam said. "School records for another.
No, you'll just have to get used to the name Heather. Now get dressed
while I call Child and Family Services to come pick us up."
Miriam handed him the stack of clothes that had been meant for her new
form and the dossier of legal documents with the title 'Munroe, Heather'
emblazoned on it.
Wilder looked down at the pleated skirt, blouse, girly underwear,
leggings, and Keds with pink laces. Balancing the clothes, and breaking
the seal on the dossier, he flipped through the birth certificate,
social security card, elementary school records, and banking documents
of a ten-year old girl named Bunnie Toy. It did not seem as funny now,
as when he had first thought of it.
THE END
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